Lyrical Breakdown of Ten Packs of Backwoods (with D-Edge) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ten Packs of Backwoods (with D-Edge)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Freddie Gibbs weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ten Packs of Backwoods (with D-Edge)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Freddie Gibbs employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Freddie Gibbs's narrative.

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Uh, ten packs of Backwoods, bitch, that's how my day go Uh, still got that loud pack, bitch, I'm on my J.O Uh, and my hoes don't roll no Swisher Sweets 'cause they know Uh, ten packs of Backwoods, bitch, that's how my day go Uh, ten packs of Backwoods, bitch, that's how my day go Uh, still got that loud pack, bitch, I'm on my J.O Uh, and my hoes don't roll no Swisher Sweets 'cause they know Uh, ten packs of Backwoods, bitch, that's how my day go Uh, yeah, ten packs of the Backwoods Filled with the kush, I'm so blowed Uh, but you know the kid still handle Biz, I don't leave 'til the dope sold Yeah, fucking with a made nigga, paid Nigga, getting change in the dope spot Uh, Cadillac Coupe shit, new shit, no grips on my door lock Bitch, I stay funeral fresh, Fendi and Gucci to death Kept all my body bitches, I ain't have shit to do with the rest My bitches down to take trips, my bitches down to hit licks My bitches roll the 'wood up, throw the hood up, sip Hen' and get lit And when I die, bury me right by my bitch Mary Jane She been by my side ever since '95, we done been through everything Wake up, first thing on my list, gotta text That bitch, yeah, that's how my day go Then a nigga hit the road in the Range Sold twenty in the thing, yeah, I'm on my J.O Uh, ten packs of Backwoods, bitch, that's how my day go Uh, still got that loud pack, bitch, I'm on my J.O Uh, and my hoes don't roll no Swisher Sweets 'cause they know Uh, ten packs of Backwoods, bitch, that's how my day go Uh, ten packs of Backwoods, bitch, that's how my day go Uh, still got that loud pack, bitch, I'm on my J.O Uh, and my hoes don't roll no Swisher Sweets 'cause they know Uh, ten packs of Backwoods, bitch, that's how my day go Uh, got fifty Backwoods stuffed full of loud, my day go Yellow pack, blue, purple, brown, light, and dark, every day my J.O Keep a flight attendant when I fly through the city, she ride, let go That Cali medical, I confess, I blow like Diego And they know, get my day right, smoke until my lungs bust Unwrap another 'Wood and stuff it with that Orange Crush Train Wreck and them Honeyberry's, go bananas with that bubba OG wrapped in the sweet aromatics, come test to know what the Pack after pack, roll up and choke out and smoke out sack after sack Then bring it back, another ten grams Fire 'Woods and we vaping in the back Hop in the 'Lac, another twenty-eight grams behind tint, I lay low Blowing back on the H, only get my mind straight Getting head from my noon and my day hoes Uh, ten packs of Backwoods, bitch, that's how my day go Uh, still got that loud pack, bitch, I'm on my J.O Uh, and my hoes don't roll no Swisher Sweets 'cause they know Uh, ten packs of Backwoods, bitch, that's how my day go Uh, ten packs of Backwoods, bitch, that's how my day go Uh, still got that loud pack, bitch, I'm on my J.O Uh, and my hoes don't roll no Swisher Sweets 'cause they know Uh, ten packs of Backwoods, bitch, that's how my day go Ten packs of Backwoods, bitch, that's how my day go